Текст песни Cirith Gorgor - Perishing Nights (A Nocturnal Gathering)
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As the wolves howlAnd the moon penetrates the driving cloudsWhen the trees cradle above a murmerous cascadeYour stature approaches closer and closerAn Osculum InfameYour scent is still presentIn this place so dark, so pureAt a bed of leaves I still see your shadowIn the sinister shade of a horned moonIshtar, my witch, my burning GoddessEvery woman bears your mark in her soulAs the rustle of leaves and the rustle of flamesInflame your transistory (yet eternal) existenceI embrace your lightIt shines through the leaves of trees so oldAs the beckoning of bells in the freezing nightMakes us forget about the coldAs the wolves howlAnd the moon penetrates the driving cloudsWhen the trees cradle above a murmerous cascadeYour stature disappears slowly and graveAn Osculum Infame